I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

Josh had told me a long time ago that he had this theory that an entire relationship was based on what occurred over the course of the first five minutes you know each other. That everything that came after those first minutes was just details being filled in. Meaning: you already knew how deep the love was, how instinctually you felt about someone. What happened in their first five minutes? Time stopped.